Enrique. And why?
Zoraya. The men watched there behind those fig trees. (He goes toward the terrace.) No!—they have gone away, thinking it useless to watch for you in the daytime.
Enrique. How many?
Zoraya. Three. One of them seemed to be the chief.
Enrique. Did he have a small, grizzly beard?
Zoraya. Yes.
Enrique. (Eagerly) It was he who spied upon me. I believe I recognize him! (Seats himself at right on the fountain basin.) It is Cardenos, one of my father’s old soldiers, but now an agent of the Holy Office and a religious bigot!
Zoraya. (At his right, standing) Then! he has recognized you!
Enrique. I doubt it. He would hardly wait one day. He knows only that you are receiving some unknown person in the night. If I were suspected they would prowl round my house and I have seen nothing of them—At least, whatever there is in this, we must be on guard.
Zoraya. Oh, yes!